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letra de space ranger (ft. whoisshira) - t-log

[intro: t-log]
(ayy- ayy that’s my sh-t, t!)
uh she gon’ run up, wait
shawty she feeding me grapes, yeah
shawty she wanna sit in my lap i be like “hold on” (uh, yeah, what?)

[chorus: t-log]
i’m in sp-ce like a motherf-cking shuttle (-fwshh-)
you gon’ know my name, b-tch i ain’t playin’ subtle (not playin’ subtle, okay, okay)
always on that hustle (hustle, huh)
always causing trouble (trouble)
p-ssy boy gon’ test me imma turn him to a puddle (splash, i know she sore)
ayy, ayy
your gang’s full of b-tches that i hate, yeah (f-ck them hoes)
get the strap, get the grrat
30 hollows to your face (bow, bow, bow)
smack that b-tch with my d-ck like a mace, yeah
that b-tch wanna sit in my lap i told her to wait (hold on)
[verse 1: t-log]
yeah, yeah (hold on)
i told lil’ shawty to wait (wait)
i told lil’ shawty to wait (wait)
she keep on feeding me grapes (grapes)
she keep on feeding me grapes (grapes)
like i’m cochise we pull up, we makin’ it shake, yeah (we makin’ it shake)
uh, p-ssy so wet like a lake, yeah (get the f-ck off me i’m g-y!)

[verse 2: whoisshira & t-log]
hey, hey!
i never thought you were g-y
put that sh-t on replay
you keep texting me “k”
wanna ride you like a sleigh
smokin’ j, that’s okay
call my brother jose like “hey!”

like what’s up?
who are you? (what the f-ck?)
i ain’t seen your face before, are you new? (are you new?)
how the f-ck you get my number?
hit the door, b-tch we’re through (get the f-ck out!)
i ain’t messin’ with you hoes (yeah, yeah)
gucci, prada on my clothes (yeah, huh?)
avalanche on my wrist, yeah i got that sh-t on froze (huh? yeah, yeah)
[chorus: t-log]
i’m in sp-ce like a motherf-cking shuttle (-fwshh-)
you gon’ know my name, b-tch i ain’t playin’ subtle (not playin’ subtle, okay, okay)
always on that hustle (hustle, huh)
always causing trouble (trouble)
p-ssy boy gon’ test me imma turn him to a puddle (splash, i know she sore)
ayy, ayy
your gang’s full of b-tches that i hate, yeah (f-ck them hoes)
get the strap, get the grrat
30 hollows to your face (bow, bow, bow)
smack that b-tch with my d-ck like a mace, yeah (yeah, yeah)
that b-tch wanna sit in my lap i told her to wait (hold on)

[outro: t-log]
uh she gon’ run up, wait
shawty she feeding me grapes, yeah
shawty she wanna sit in my lap i be like “hold on”
yeah

- t log

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